Chapter 65. All Was A Lie

He stands where he was, unmoved yet not as fierce as before. Eyes locked on mine, amber to my red, claws elongated in both of our human hands. We both pant in heavy breaths, neither willing to back down or relent. Stubborn and headstrong and matched in aggression.

Leyanne walks between the two of us rather casually, pushing him back a step with a finger jab so she can regain some space.

“You both have a common goal, and she’s right… Santo is a bloodline, not a collective of guilty wolves. The ones you want are the same ones your sister has not dismissed yet. Their time will come, and you can rid the world of Juan Santo and his minions together… this is not the way. The sins of a few should not be carried by the many… Santo is not a dirty word, Jasper.” Leyanne is the voice of reason, and her tone is patient, as though explaining to a child. Wisdom and maturity shine through; for a second, I forget I don’t trust her and find a new appreciation for her. Jasper throws an an